Picture me this: You’re blind. You’re at a restaurant, and you’ve never eaten real food before, though you’ve had every other human experience. You order angel hair spaghetti and it is delicious, but somehow seems familiar, even though you’ve never eaten food before. You tell the waiter to send his compliments to the chef, and he says,”Sure, I’ll tell chef Angel all about it!”. You are shocked as you realize that you have been eating hair, not pasta. But you truly enjoyed it, so you don’t complain. Years later, you own a hair cuttery, and one day you are reminded of how delicious angel’s hair was, so you secretly hide the clippings in a zip lock bag, and feast on them later. The hair tastes nearly as good as the first time. You continue this for many years, and one day return to the restaurant where you got your first taste and ask for angle hair pasta, but the waiter informs you that angel has cancer and all of his hair is gone. You have long and well-kept hair, so you walk into the kitchen and donate it to angel out of great respect. He is pleased, and makes you a plate of pasta out of your own hair. It is delicious, and you tell angel you will be back every day until the day you die. Unfortunately, it does not take very long because you step out the wrong door on your way out of the restaurant don’t notice until it is too late and you have fallen into the canyon.